On a battlefield in Galicia
Upon the cry of Santiago
The saint appeared
Upon a steed of brilliant white
St James the greater
Was then transformed
From a fisher of men
To Santiago Matamoros,
St. James the Moor slayer
In bed on their wedding night his wife said, “I must say, before we first met, I was Christian” Her husband said calmly “I don’t care a...
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